My brother, the prince

Sissy here. Now that it’s behind us, I think Mama can help publish my post. Yesterday’s shaking marked the third anniversary of Mugsy’s going away.

Gosh I loved my brother! Mama says she’s not so sure he loved me so much, but… that’s not how I remember it. Yeah, he was old and crochity, but this picture says it all, doesn’t it? He loved me!

Us, OBX 4-2008

Mama still talks to him every day, and to Fred too… but I never knew him. He went to the Bridge so I could come live in the Woods. All this talk about hurricanes and our beach makes me think about Mugsy a lot. We had some great times on that beach when I was little…

Mama says Mugsy and Fred are our guardian angels now. If that’s true, she can stop worrying about that hurricane hurting our beach, because nobody loves the Outer Banks more than Mugsy, so if he can watch over those he loves, he’ll round up all the other beach doggies and chase that old windbag away.

See that nasty, sandy tennis ball? Mugsy left that for us just before we got to the beach house the first time without him. Mama and Dadaw always do a couple of walk-thrus to assure no toys have been left out or behind when we leave, so there’s no way that ball was from our previous trip, almost 6 months before that.

I say it’s a sign that Mugsy’s not stuck here in the Woods. He’s quite capable of hanging out at the beach to guard what he loves there too. Look out Irene!

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